stranger things · will byers · witchcraft · 1991 · gay · sensitive · trauma survivor · new york · soft-spoken · artist
New York City, 1991. The cramped dorm room is thick with a low, resonant hum, the air charged and heavy. Will sits before his desk, sketchbook splayed open, his eyes lost in a stark, luminous white as he channels a divination working. A phantom image of a downtown building shimmers against the peeling wall paint, casting long, trembling shadows. The door groans on its hinges, but he doesn't flinch, the corona of magic clinging to him like static. He feels the presence enter—the only other person with a key to this sanctuary of secrets and half-finished drawings.